Thursday, January 14, 2010

a forwarded email...

You will never look at a cup of coffee the same way again.
A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as soon as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placedground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil without saying a word.
In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl.
Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl. Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me what you see."
"Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots.
She did and noted they were soft. The mother then asked the
daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg.
Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma. The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?"
Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity: boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak.
The egg had been fragile.
Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened.
The ground coffee beans were unique, however.After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
"Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg, or a coffee bean?
Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength?
Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit; but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart?
Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?
May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.
The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.
When you were born, you were crying; and everyone around you was smiling.
Live your life so at the end, you're the one who is smiling; and everyone around you is crying.
May we all be COFFEE!

Monday, January 11, 2010

planes

So yesterday, the only way to get Tallulah through the day/distract her so we cooperate, was talking about getting daddy at the airport. She would tell me all on her own, without encouragement from me, that daddy was on the plane. It sounded like this...(place T's impersonation of a plane sound here). That it was in the sky, with the birds (that sound like this...). and that he would be crying... So I asked her "why is daddy crying?" and she says "he crying, mama and baby, (cry sound here), ug." so I said to her "daddy is crying because he misses mama and baby and he wants to hug them?"..."YA!...happy!" This wasn't just ONE time. EVERY time she talked about it, this is what she said! How in the world did I get something so cute?!

and on top of that, all she wants to carry around with her is her bible.

Saturday, January 9, 2010

spicy

Tallulah is learning and saying so many new words and using them in context. I love this stage more than all the rest and it is so fun to watch. (and of course, it makes you think your child is just the smartest thing ever!)
The other day we had chicken tacos and she learned what spicy was. So we had her drink some milk to calm the taste buds down. The next day she was saying her milk was spicy and I thought she was just using the new word because it was new...I mean...milk isn't spicy!? She kept saying this so I thought maybe there was some spice left on the cup, so I washed the top off and told her it wasn't spicy. She continued in this manner, until I thought "well that's weird...let me try it"...so I take a sip and SPICY! It was spoiled or on its way quickly! Poor thing was right the whole time...
maybe she is the smartest thing ever!

Monday, January 4, 2010

sharing life= love

Every day I fall more in love with my child. The more I know her, the more she knows me...we are sharing life. It is hard and it is sweet.

I am starting to understand that it isn't the easy/happy times that give us a true love for someone. Sharing life= a life of love. The friends I hold dearest to my heart are actually ones that I have had conflict with (if just in my heart), the ones I have shared life with, not just the good times.

Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. My love grows deeper into a more stable, reliable, sharing life together, caring-about-THEIR-feelings relationship. I appreciate the trust and partnership that all these years have brought. I KNOW he loves me.

I think back on our relationship and what comes to mind...projects! I cannot think of a time that we weren't making/fixing/creating something. We may not be the spontaneous, adventurous, passionate, rock'n'rollers like we once 'thought' we were. We love to be creative, inventive, considerate, using our (God-given) gifts to build into the lives around us with love. I guess that is how I would describe our life together. My hope is that we would try our hardest to encourage, support, and allow the other to be who they are (I am saying this because I need to do this more), and loving them because of who they are.
I peck at him (all the time) for his imperfections 'because I think he can be better,' but maybe I should just shut up and love HIM...the action word. The rest will follow, right?!

I am so thankful for my husband. He lives life WITH me.
He gave me part of himself for my darling child(ren).
He continues to give himself for our family, giving us life.
So I may not act "in love" but that is because I love HIM, not just the idea of him.
I am thankful that we love and serve the same God. We have the same end goal in mind. We both are accountable to the One True God. We look to Him for guidance, provision, mercy, and an ability to love.
I am thankful for the One who gives us life.